u/Aa_Poisonous_Kisses

I just moved to the area and unfortunately have to find a new artist. My tattoo style of preference is that fineline flowy Pinterest girl shit with light shading work. I’d rather not pay an arm and a leg for something, but I do know you get what you pay for, especially in the art world.

I’ve noticed this pattern in past partners (both male and female) where they smell different when aroused or sleeping. I’ve asked a few people I know about this, and they all look at me like I’m insane.
I’ve noticed that men tend to smell kinda more sweaty when hard, like that classic “boy” smell turned up by like 75%. Women smell a bit sweeter but also more earthy, like a really strong flower.

And both of them when sleeping smell like toned down than when awake, but I don’t know how to describe it. The smell is similar to the feeling of waking up from a really good nap and you feel refreshed, not the type of nap where you don’t know where or when you are.

And when kissing partners, their saliva tastes different when they start to get aroused. And again, no one believes me when I say this and look at me like I’m batshit insane.

Is this something that anyone else experiences or am I just a special little snowflake? If it matters, I can also smell when people are sick and have predicted two pregnancies off scent alone before it was even tested.

AITA for having a gender reveal for myself?

I’m Martinia (20, female), but I was nearly Marton (male). Keep reading to find out more!

Since I was young, I was groomed into thinking I need to be a boy. Haliee Steinfeld’s chart-topping single “Most Girls” came out when I was 10 and it contained the lyric “It’s okay if you wanna change the body thatchu came in,” encouraging transgenderism. Athetime, many girls my age were starting to turn into women, and I was so scared of the physical changes they were going through.

I was even more uncomfortable with the idea of being a woman because I was raised by two dads. I figured that if a woman isn’t even worth marrying, why am I letting myself become one? At age 11, I told my dads I didn’t wanna be a girl anymore. They were very supportive of my transition and wanted me to get the surgeries as soon as possible, but I told them I’d wait til I become an adult to start identifying as male. Despite this, they forced hormone blockers on me to stop my body from becoming voluptuous and my voice from rising.

Flash forward to now, I am living with my birth mom, as my dads’ sexuality Aided in their early deaths. At the start of the year, I decided I’d transition 3 weeks before my 20^(th) birthday (in June) and debut as a man at my birthday party. I scheduled my *up there* and *down there* surgeries for the same day. I wanted to get it over with all at once, otherwise I would have to be a temporary hermaphrodite.

A week before my surgeries, I came across a troupe of street protesters waving evil cotton candy fags and shouting “DOLLS DOLLS DOLLS” and “PROTECT THE DOLLS.” I realized I had found a group of my inverse, but then thoughts began flooding my mide. Sure, the dolls were doing the most to look female, but they didn’t look the most feminine. Their stilettos only helped them tower over women like big scary men. Each blink of their false eyelashes reminded them that they were frauds. I could see tears running down their thighs because their legs could never fit properly in women’s pantyhose. More adam’s apples than a harvest festival.

But me? I was everything they wanted to be. Confused men would die and do die trying to look like me. Now, the idea of becoming a man…I couldn’t imagine it. I felt dirty. I felt rotten.

As I said, my birthday party was 3 weeks after my scheduled surgeries. Flash forward to my party, I’m wearing a cloak over my body. Everyone knew I’d had surgeries scheduled and thought I was a man now. Once everyone had arrived, I stood up on a table and proudly shed my cloak to reveal a female body. Everyone was confused, but to my dismay, they were more affected by my nudity than my shocking gender reveal. No one even congratulated me for my cisgenderism. I held my pose for 2 minutes so people could look closer and ensure I hadn’t had the surgeries, but everyone walked away or covered their eyes.

So I’m wondering… was that a bad way to gender reveal? I just wanted everyone to have full certainty that I still have my original parts.

https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/s/JifhOrxIPz